Virgil's virgin vigil

Seeing the sizzle,
unabated by drizzle,
virgil's virgin vigil,
busy with cudgel,
huddling in shadow rubble,
nuzzling brook that doth babble.
Along anon the man with a fan ran,
pursued by handful of canned canons,
bursting tan
in need of fan for to enable holy elan.


Virgil's dire dirge
unheard by the moving surge
(or serge?)
quietly basks in yellowing time sun.
Sorry for him? cheques be received, if so to please you they may be sent.